The monster tide surged across the plain.
At its head was a ten-meter-tall Black-Scaled Behemoth. Black scales covered its body like armor. Its eyes were bloodred, and its mouth bristled with dagger-like fangs.
Capture Level—Level 115.
It charged with a roar, each step shaking the ground.
Saitama stepped forward to meet it.
Boom!!!
One punch.
The Black-Scaled Behemoth's head burst like a watermelon. Its massive body crashed to the ground, throwing up a cloud of dust.
"Too weak."
Saitama yawned.
But more monsters swarmed in.
Wolf-shaped, bear-shaped, lizard-shaped, insect-shaped... They came in every strange form imaginable. Even the weakest were Level 110, while the stronger ones reached Level 130.
Their eyes glowed in the darkness like countless lamps as they lunged at the group.
Saitama took them down one punch at a time, as if playing whack-a-mole. Wherever the force of his punches swept, monsters fell in droves like wheat before a scythe.
But there were too many.
For every wave they felled, another came, as though they would never end.
"Everyone, watch out!"
Kurapika's Scarlet Eyes flared. Golden chains shot from his sleeves and split into more than a dozen strands, whipping through the air as if alive.
Each chain wrapped around a monster, then pulled tight and crushed it. The Nen concentrated in the chains could slice easily through the scales of a Level 120 monster.
Riiip!!!
A Level 125 Ironclad Lizard was caught in the chains and instantly torn into several pieces.
But sweat had already beaded on Kurapika's forehead.
Controlling so many chains at once drained too much Nen.
"Killua! On your left!"
"Got it!"
Killua blurred into motion, blue arcs of electricity dancing across his fingertips.
This time, he did not unleash a wide-area shock. Instead, he focused the current into needles and drove them